Static hisses over a dusty speaker.

Your heavy footsteps creak along the metal floor. Giant eyes blink in the dark — watching.

In the shadow of your old cardboard standee, you pause.

No workers. No children. Just the others — restless in the dark.

You hear plastic limbs clatter in the distance. A giggle. A squeak. A hiss.

The factory still breathes.

(You may move. Growl. Stalk. Hum. Search. Or... wait. The other toys will find you eventually.)